Perhaps it was a bit obvious because she blushed and bit her lip.”You mean?”Without being entirely certain what she meant, I still nodded and stoo... up.”A woman's touch, yes,” I said and walked over to the couch and sat down next to her.”I've … umm … never,” she began, and her face got even redder.It was do or don't, and I wasn't about to let the opportunity of adding this hot woman to my list of partners slip by. I gently placed my hand on her cheek and leaned in. This was her chance to abort. It was so erotic being touched that way by a man almost three times her age. He took the marker from her as he caressed her body, and she made no effort to stop him."So what am I writing?" He asked."Okay, so here's the thing, like - I want you to write what I am, and like - if you can't tell by now, I -" Madison stammered nervously, her heart raced as she tried to find the words."You what?"Madison took a deep breath and looked at the floor. "I want it to say SLUT." She announced. "Big letters.". " Why's that?" I can still ... put your hand on the top here. Still feel it?" Oh, yeah, that's quite..." Intense." Yeah." Oh. So Ellen, while you've been talking to me, you've been... distracted?" Not much." No?" No." God. So ... going to finish?" Not ... how can I now? You're..." Look at me, Ellen. I will if you will." No way." Come on." No." God, I can feel it now. It gets to you, doesn't it?" It sure gets to me. I've been tempted lots of times to find out..." But you never did?" Never. And. It was during our stay in Wiltshire that the disdain I had first felt for Braxton-Clark, which then had grown into dislike when I heard the background to the duel where poor Charles St John was killed, finally developed into a loathing, not too far distant from hatred. Braxton-Clark seemed to revel in hunting down the poor ragged men who burned fences to warm, or poached game to feed, their families. This was not what we had been ordered to do, but he was the son of a local landowner and took.